Everyone everywhere, has their own struggles through life; some worse than others, some without fathers, with only a single mother; from Puerto Rico, struggling in this new country herself, taking care of a big headed baby, all with the help of familia, and since work wages, were shit, had to turn to flipping keys to give her son a descent life; little did she know that some would follow the same path, grow into the streets, through family illness, deaths, fights, robberies, drugs, pussy, and hip hop, realizing he can turn his talent to rhyme; start battling at house parties all through Easton, Pa; at that cuz then he was everywhere, every college party, city in the Tristate, club, bar, non stop, until the birth of his daughter. Never took the game as a way to get rich, was in it for the escape from BS, but now see the marketing end of things, juggled it enough, its time to sky rocket, and push out trunk music, and get that "gwalla gwalla."
*€d Monsta* N.Park! Or Die!
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